The glowing moon spills through the cracks of the hunched trees. Sharp winds blow at her lifeless face. In her hand, the key. Rusty and old – but as new as the moon. Suddenly something brusher past her skinny legs – unsettling the air! What was that? Panic rushes through her cold body. Motionless, scared, alone – or was she?
Her bare muddy feet feel the crunchy leaves break as she slowly creeps through the errier forest, trying to escape the trap never set. She sees the dancing silhouettes of the shaking branches. Time moves so slowly: but soon, she gets there!
Abandoned, desolate, dead! The life of the old lonely chapel had left, as had her family. Rotten woo, fallen curtains and then, the ancient doors.
She was home!
By Bethany George, Year 8, Greendown Community School
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